Fight it

I was definitely born as innocent as a new born piglet up until it learns that its destiny is to wallow in the mud all its life. My name was Adria and my mother died in childbirth. My father brought me up in hiding in his cottage on the outskirts of town. When i was 5 years old, i escaped. I had blue eyes and black hair. I'd say like a raven's but that isnt true. It was just more of a dull brackish colour or maybe I'm just kidding. My village was the normal run of the mill town with houses scattered here and there along what we called a main street. Most of the town's people were farmers including my father. Every other day, I'm guessing people went to the main town and sold their goods. I say guess because that's when my dad left the house with farm produce and came back with food stuff. At that time, i just felt he went to exchange goods for other goods. We were self sufficient asides for those trips.